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The Resilient Soul

goodnightre·sil·ience
riˈzilyəns
noun
1.
the ability of a substance or object to spring back into shape; elasticity.
“nylon is excellent in wearability and resilience”
2.
the capacity to recover quickly from difficulties; toughness.
“the often remarkable resilience of so many British institutions”

Last night, just before I yawned through my last couple of words with Our Father, the word… “resilience”… darted in front of my eyes. I hate when He does that. The word danced around in my head, conjured up several images, thoughts, stories and completely destroyed the yawn complacency that had overtaken my mind.yawn

Really?

Now?

Sleep should never be disturbed by a word dancing around in your head. Worse – it has continued its merry romp between my neurons since then. My parents’ generation were certainly resilient. Growing up during the Great Depression, WWII, Korea, Civil Rights Movement, Vietnam, Riots…their middle name must of been “Resilient”. Then again – maybe that is the middle name for every generation.

Adam and Eve foreclosed/locked out of their home yet being resilient enough to build a new one together. David … Ruth… Jonah… Joseph… Mary Magdalene…Peter… The WORD is jammed packed with examples of resilience being displayed in God’s people.

“If you follow my decrees and are careful to obey my commands, I will send you rain in its season, and the ground will yield its crops and the trees their fruit.” — Leviticus 26:3–4

The literal translation of the first sentence is : “If you walk in MY decrees…” What a promise that is. If you follow the WORD, everything that follows will be blessings. Best yet…if you fall smack on your face…screw up in the worst way possible…God gave us our own version of resilience: GRACE.

Apparently, teaching God’s grace is intrinsic within our psyche because we teach our children to say “Sorry” when they break a window, break a heart, break a promise. . The neat thing is – when we trip and fall, we can do the same thing. All we have to do is whisper the same word…”sorry”, and Grace washes it away. While there are consequences to our choices, through it all – resilience takes over. We bounce back into shape. We recover from our difficulty, as we begin to walk in His decrees…

Rain and Sun work together to bless the fields we plant…seeds bloom…crops grow strong… trees bring forth fruit…and at the end of the day, our bodies tired and achy from a day’s work, we try to stifle that last yawn, and crack one eye open hoping that Our Father doesn’t toss another word at us that will keep us awake a little longer than we want to be.

I think I am definitely ready for that last yawn tonight.zzzz

 

Mother’s Day 2014

I’ve taken the last few weeks off. Avoided any reading of serious books that challenged my thought process and basically, just trolled FB a lot, played a few games, read a few fluff books, played with the dogs, giggled and sang with the grands, and prayed. But the prodding has begun again. God is like that. He challenges, pushes, prods and encourages, but He never demands. He knew I needed a few weeks to process and rest, but the prodding is more pointed the past couple days as I looked at the wonder of His oceans and marveled at the intricacies of the tiniest of His creatures. I guess Mother’s Day is a good a place as any to start pushing close up 1951myself forward again. After all, Mama Mick was a great pusher. She pushed me into this world and pushed me everyday there after. Needless to say, it was not always the trait that I most admired about her. In fact – for many years, she was not my most favorite person. It was only when I became a wife and mother myself that I began to understand her a little bit more and love her as much as I had always loved my dad.

“Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be prolonged in the land which the LORD your God gives you” (Exodus 20:12)

My Grandma McCaskey was named Ruth. My mom was named Ruth. Is it any wonder that one of the first Bible stories my mom told me as she mom and Grandma Mac 1919tucked me into bed was about Ruth the Moabitess? According to Jewish traditions, this story is often used for gentiles as they seek to enter the Jewish religion. Like Ruth, they leave their region that they know so well, traditions passed down from one generation to another and friends/families that have encircled them for years to become a member of something that is built on some abstracts called faith and love.

 

“Where you go, I will go, and where you lodge, I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and your God, my God” (Ruth 1:16).

Parents are our first physical example of God’s love for us. As often happens in this fallen world, some parents don’t do a very good job at this, but for the most part, we grow up happy, content and ready to raise our own families the same way. We draw a circle around us and smile. =)

george and helen 1971Today I heard from my four children and quite a few of my “kids” that I have “mothered” throughout the years. I am “blessed more than I deserve” to quote Dave Ramsey. And…I am thankful that I had several “moms” in my life that helped me become the mom I am – Grandma Mac, Mama Mick, Helen Kaufman, Aunts on all sides of the family, and all those fabulous Loudonville Teacher/Moms who continually pushed me as if I was one of their own.

It is easy to SAY, “I love you” —- it is much harder to put all that love into action and push it forward into the world that surrounds us. “…Please let me go to the field and glean among the ears of grain after one in whose sight I may find favor…’” Ruth 2:2 That is the true meaning of Mother’s Day…honoring those who have come before us by giving birth, pushing the new generation out and into the world, picking up those who have fallen, so that the world might continue to understand the love of Our Father for His children. Love – Mercy – Grace –